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I knows about it!
me: Hee.
I finished a book.
It was of short stories about post-WWII Japan.
Christopher: Oh that sounds interesting actually.
8:31 PM me: It's a little girly.
There's no problem with that at all, I'm just telling you a lot of the stories are about women who lost husbands and stuff.
Hey ...
Want to see Goatse in print form?
Christopher: Huh
sure
me: OK. I got to get it ready.
8:37 PM "A Near East Mugwump sits naked on a bar stool covered in pink silk. He licks warm honey from a crystal goblet with a long black tongue. His genitals are perfectly formed -- circumcised cock, black shiny pubic hairs. His lips are thin and purple-blue like the lips of a penis. His eyes insect calm. The Mugwump has no liver, maintaining himself exclusively on sweets. The Mugwump pushes a slender blond youth to the couch and strips him expertly."
And then some rape language goes on and then they come to this pretty shortly ...
8:38 PM Christopher: What did I just agree to!?!?
me: A literature lesson, actually.
8:39 PM Christopher: I've never wanted to unlearn more. Heh.
8:40 PM me: "The boy crumples to his knees with a long 'OOOOOOOOH,' shitting and pissing in terror. He feels the shit warm between his thighs. A great wave of hot blood swells his lips and throat. His body contorts into a foetal position and sperm spurts hot into his face. The Mugwump dips hot perfumed water from alabaster bowl, pensively washes the boy's ass and cock, drying him with a soft blue towel. A warm wind plays over the boy's body and the hairs float free. The Mugwump puts a hand under the boy's chest and pulls him to his feet. Holding him by both pinioned elbows, propels him up the steps and under the noose. He stands in front of the boy holding the noose in both hands."
And ... it gets even worse from there, but I'll stop.
8:42 PM Christopher: Explain the significance here of what just happened. Heh
me: I ... don't know.
I think the Mugwumps represent the decadent, hypocritical predators in society.
8:43 PM Christopher: Huh
This seems like an exercise in how far my brain can bend until it breaks.
me: Yeah, I know.
I realized I can't read the book and eat anymore.
Christopher: lol
8:44 PM me: Despite it being called "Naked Lunch" and all.
8:45 PM Christopher: This is naked lunch!?
me: Yeah.
The whole book is some surrealist experiment.
Christopher: Geebuz
me: Or an illustration of what it's like to constantly be on drugs.
Or a satire.
8:46 PM Or something.
They say William S. Burroughs just randomly wrote shit and then Allan Ginsberg knocked him out of his drug-induced stupor and was like, "Hey, do you want me to pick up all these random bits on the floor and turn it into a book?"
8:47 PM But there's definitely an element of talent to the writing.
At least I think so.
Do you think you see it?
8:48 PM Christopher: Huh
I don't know, my mind hurts. :)
I think he liked it better when I read from Shakespeare's Sonnets.
me: Hee.
I finished a book.
It was of short stories about post-WWII Japan.
Christopher: Oh that sounds interesting actually.
8:31 PM me: It's a little girly.
There's no problem with that at all, I'm just telling you a lot of the stories are about women who lost husbands and stuff.
Hey ...
Want to see Goatse in print form?
Christopher: Huh
sure
me: OK. I got to get it ready.
8:37 PM "A Near East Mugwump sits naked on a bar stool covered in pink silk. He licks warm honey from a crystal goblet with a long black tongue. His genitals are perfectly formed -- circumcised cock, black shiny pubic hairs. His lips are thin and purple-blue like the lips of a penis. His eyes insect calm. The Mugwump has no liver, maintaining himself exclusively on sweets. The Mugwump pushes a slender blond youth to the couch and strips him expertly."
And then some rape language goes on and then they come to this pretty shortly ...
8:38 PM Christopher: What did I just agree to!?!?
me: A literature lesson, actually.
8:39 PM Christopher: I've never wanted to unlearn more. Heh.
8:40 PM me: "The boy crumples to his knees with a long 'OOOOOOOOH,' shitting and pissing in terror. He feels the shit warm between his thighs. A great wave of hot blood swells his lips and throat. His body contorts into a foetal position and sperm spurts hot into his face. The Mugwump dips hot perfumed water from alabaster bowl, pensively washes the boy's ass and cock, drying him with a soft blue towel. A warm wind plays over the boy's body and the hairs float free. The Mugwump puts a hand under the boy's chest and pulls him to his feet. Holding him by both pinioned elbows, propels him up the steps and under the noose. He stands in front of the boy holding the noose in both hands."
And ... it gets even worse from there, but I'll stop.
8:42 PM Christopher: Explain the significance here of what just happened. Heh
me: I ... don't know.
I think the Mugwumps represent the decadent, hypocritical predators in society.
8:43 PM Christopher: Huh
This seems like an exercise in how far my brain can bend until it breaks.
me: Yeah, I know.
I realized I can't read the book and eat anymore.
Christopher: lol
8:44 PM me: Despite it being called "Naked Lunch" and all.
8:45 PM Christopher: This is naked lunch!?
me: Yeah.
The whole book is some surrealist experiment.
Christopher: Geebuz
me: Or an illustration of what it's like to constantly be on drugs.
Or a satire.
8:46 PM Or something.
They say William S. Burroughs just randomly wrote shit and then Allan Ginsberg knocked him out of his drug-induced stupor and was like, "Hey, do you want me to pick up all these random bits on the floor and turn it into a book?"
8:47 PM But there's definitely an element of talent to the writing.
At least I think so.
Do you think you see it?
8:48 PM Christopher: Huh
I don't know, my mind hurts. :)
I think he liked it better when I read from Shakespeare's Sonnets.